The setting was a large, elegant ballroom, punctuated by great stone arches and pillars, its ceiling an immense starry window through which anyone who cared to could look up and see a full moon, bright gold and immense against the night sky.

Waiters scurried about with food and drink for those who chose not to dance, but the main attraction was the brightly lit marble dance floor, upon which couples were engaged in a sprightly waltz. Laughter bubbled up through the air, the sounds of genuine delight from those who chose to seize the moment.

Watching from the top of the stairs was a tall, red-haired woman in black and green; she was without a partner, but didn't seem to mind. Overheard, a lone shooting star shot across the sky.

[ooc: Feel free to go wild here! You don't even have to talk to Midna if you don't have to, but give me a sign if you do :) ]

Albert was taking a break in the warehouse. He leaned back on the makeshift chair, he really needed to invest in something more comfortable if he was going to be sitting around most of the time. There was a lot if inventory to account for and it was a big enough job that it never seemed to end. He needed to make more plans, there were a lot of opportunities on the ship, he knew it, he just had to find them.

Even if it made Miku suffer heart palpitations, Steve always found the comfort of his house's usual clutter very relaxing. Even if it was just a sensorium projection, and even if he could warp it clean with a mere thought, it was kind of nice to see the laundry sitting half-folded on the couch, or his dad's coat having fallen off the coatrack, or the stack of dishes in the sink that Steve had at some point neglected to do, probably in favor of video games or riding his motorcycle around the block.

He was trying to tidy up a bit here and there, though, if only for Miku's sake. And if only because she had promised to make him pudding to make him feel better after another of his weekly shots. He still looked a bit pale and looking too closely at his arm would show sickly greenish veins near his elbow, but he had so far kept it covered with the sleeve of his flannel shirt.

"Sugar... sugar... here it is," he said, reaching up on a high shelf and pulling down a bag of sugar to hand down to Miku. That was his other job while she was cooking-- fetching stuff off the high shelves.